Saturday 3 September 2016

Lonesome



Tuck her away

Tearing away her soul

Nothing left

But your control


Force your words

Not hers

Expose her spine

That is just fine


Rain it taps

Away her sadness

Isolating her mind

Frozen in time


Banner of need

You are the hunter

You must feed

Words that cut so deep

Causing an open wound

To burst

To bleed


Throat dry

Breath held heavily

Nothing erases

A memory


Throw your blanket

Over damaged skin

Forgiveness is not

Easily given






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